Posts Tagged ‘knitting’

I Believe…

December 7, 2008

… in the power of music, to both inspire change, and to keep me from killing people when it is too early, or I have to sit too long with nothing to do.

… in knitting to be able to do the same thing.

… that laughter, while unable to hold a candle to penicillin, is still pretty good.

… everyone in the world should knit.

… in the Christmas spirit, even if it can get a bit much sometimes and I go all Grinch on everyone’s sorry @$$. : D

… that costumes at any time of the year, not just Halloween, can never be a bad thing.

… people think they are doing what is right, for a given value of “right”.

… in laneus veritas. (taken from the phrase in vino veritas, meaning “in wine is truth”, laneus, apparently, means wool)


Things that lie…

October 10, 2008

First off, watch Eddie Izzard’s “Machines That Lie” (note: he does swear, so if there are any impressionable children about, or you are sensitive about that sort of thing, or at work, can’t say I didn’t warn ya):

Gauge lies to us. It does not tell the truth, for when getting 5.5 stitches to the inch, and for a 34 inch bust, 187 stitches should be used. However, when using 170 stitches, the bust is 4 inches too big. This gauge was measured on the garment, not on the itty bitty postage stamp sized swatch that is knit flat as opposed to in the round.

Sleep also lies. It lies in bed, tempting you. The medical community lies, too. It states that a person needs about 8 hours of sleep every night, yet my ASL teacher in high school claimed to need only 3 each night and could function just fine. I can get 8-10 depending on when I have to get up, and I am tired.

Short update, something a bit more cheery than my previous post, hopefully.

Self Esteem

September 26, 2008

Yeah, so my self esteem is shot. I really have no reason for it, even. I am the kind of person that when people meet me, I think they almost all like me. Almost instantly. I am polite, nice, even to people that I don’t like for one reason or another. What I knit impresses a lot of people. A LOT. I made a child’s jacket/shrug/cardi as a shop sample at work, and everybody thinks it is just ADORABLE. “Oh, you made that? Wow, it’s so cute!” Repeat as desired.

I think it’s pretty much work that’s getting me down. I hate making mistakes. I don’t mean like in knitting, I wouldn’t call myself a perfectionist. My knitting motto is “Eh, looks fine to me, go for it!” What I hate is getting in trouble. Even if that trouble is just in my head.

Once at work, I was helping a woman too much for free, and my boss told me, essentially don’t do it again. I had to go to the bathroom because I was crying, and that ruined my day. The shorts that I have worn to work off and on for the entire time I have been working there (almost a year, I think), my boss just told me they are too short, and I shouldn’t wear them to work anymore. On knitty, somebody said that maybe a customer said something to her, and she was just passing it on. Didn’t sound like it the way she told me, but I’ll go with it. Saying that some prude at the shop thinks that a skirt hem above the knees is racy, let alone shorts that show that you have actual LEGS makes me feel better. I don’t mind telling myself something like that to reduce tension or whatever you would call it.

I mean, I beat myself up for the stupidest things. It’s rediculous. And I can’t spell, but I have long since accepted that and don’t care anymore.

I have friends at school. I am teaching two to knit, and another one wants to learn too. I am making a pair of cabled gloves, Entangled Stitches, and everybody loves them and thinks they look so cool and so complicated. And yes, they are very complicated, and they are really cool.

But I just can’t get it into my head that when people compliement me on my knitting, and think I am sooo talented, they really mean it. I need to stop chalking it up to the fact that they don’t knit, haven’t felt any really good yarn, or if they do knit, haven’t done anything more complicated than garter or stockinette.

I really AM awesome, and need to get that into my head. Besides the Deaf people in my class, I am one of the more advanced students in ASL. I understand what is being said, I can sign fluidly, and I have only been signing for less than four years. It took me less than three years after learning to knit to get hired at a yarn shop. I have helped some of my co-workers with shop sample patterns. I am teaching people at school to knit, and to not be afraid of patterns because they “look” hard. Take it one stitch at a time. Cables? Well, knit (or purl) until you get to the point where you have to cable. Slip a few stitches onto a cable needle. Okay, that’s not hard. Knit the stitches on your left needle like normal. Fine, do that all the time. Knit the stitches off the cable needle like normal. Again, it’s just knitting. And you have a cable cross.

I learned most of my knitting skills from a book. My grandma taught me to cast on and the knit stitch. She got me going on the basics, and I learned the rest from a book, online, or (in the case of the long-tail cast on) from TV. I have taken (am taking?) one knitting class, and that is more of a KAL. Last night I learned to do entrelac from this website.

I had to, really, I’m making a Pratchgan, and one of the squares is entrelac, for the color of magic (octarine). So of COURSE I had to learn. Less than an hour later, I was entrelac-ing, though I haven’t bound off yet. I simply do not understand why people need classes for this sort of thing. Projects, okay, you can sit and knit and socialize.

So why do I have low self-esteem? F*** if I know. I guess I have convinced myself that I am “average”, and nothing special. Even though I am usually in the top of my classes grade-wise, can pick things up very quickly (knitting, ASL), and many people count me as a friend. That is something I need to work on. I am an awesome person. I am not “average”, whatever that means anyway.

Moving on, after 823 words.

My best friend, Stephanie, posted a meme. I think that’s what it’s called, anyway. So, I will do the same, with one word, like she did:

1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Where is your significant other? none
3. Your hair color? brown
4. Your mother? nurse
5. Your father? retired
6. Your favorite thing? wool
7. Your dream last night? none
8. Your dream/goal? interpreter
9. The room you’re in? mine
10. Your hobby? Singlular?
11. Your fear? people
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home
13. Where were you last night? TV
14. What you’re not? outgoing
15. One of your wish-list items? mansion
16. Where you grew up? cabin
17. The last thing you did? internet
18. What are you wearing? clothes
19. Your TV? there
20. Your pet? Pillbug
21. Your computer? this
22. Your mood? low
23. Missing someone? Eh…
24. Your car? Jakob
25. Something you’re not wearing? shoes
26. Favorite store? yarn
27. Your summer? fun-ish
28. Love someone? meh-bey…
29. Your favorite color? blue
30. When is the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? today

Heh. That was kind of fun.

I’m Back!

July 20, 2008


Yes, I did have internet on vacation. No, I did not update. The computer was set up in the living room in full view of everybody, and I didn’t feel like having my parents read what I was writing over my shoulder.

So, vacation was fun. But, I get bored after about three days or so. We were there for a week. What I think happens is that at our cabin, we get there around lunchtime, spend the next day there, and leave the day after that. We have been going up like that for years, and that is what I am used to. More than that, and I can’t handle it. Even if we are doing stuff, we are still “based” in the one place.

We took Tour 2 At Hearst Castle (love that place), went kayaking in the bay, wandered around the Embarcadero (the street with all the tourist t-shirt shops and stuff), went to The Cotton Ball (quilting, with a little bit of yarn), The Yew Tree (Celtic shop in Cambria, *drool*), Ball & Skein & More (yarn shop in Cambria), saw the elephant seals on the beach, Took a walk on a pier (not nearly as interesting as it sounds), and attended a Ren Faire.

Now, I can’t really say it was my first Ren Faire. My friend Stephanie and I went to a pirate one a few weeks back. We made our tops, but they kinda sucked, the pattern wasn’t very good. Needed more waist shaping and just didn’t really work out. So I’m not counting that one.

This one, I made garb that actually looked halfway decent (I made a bodice!), even though some little kid thought I was Snow White from behind >.<

There was a joust! It was awesome! They divided the crowd into two, and I was on the side of the Mary, Queen of Scots’ champion. It was awesome. We got pictures, but it was with the regular camera, not a digital, so for pictures you will have to wait until they get developed and I can bother to take pictures of the pictures, or get a CD with them on it.

The Scotsman won. Queen Elizabeth’s champion “did sucketh”, in the words of the Scot. I wish I could remember his name. He was raunchy! It was great.

I got a bit of a sunburn, but it wasn’t/isn’t too bad. I have bodice lines now, though. Heh.

Time for gratuitous yarn and knitting pictures!

I finished one sleeve of my cardigan:

Most of it was done on the trip down. It took 3 1/2 bloody hours to get there. We took one stop on the way down, and that was mainly for the dog.

Then, while we were at the house, I started the body. I didn’t feel like seaming the sides up, so I am doing it in one piece up to the armholes; I have about 9 inches so far:

Lovely. : )

And look what was waiting for me when we got home:

*le gasp*

*le gasp*

It’s a KnitPicks box! Yay! Full of -what else?- yarn! Telemark, to be exact.



I know the pictures doth sucketh.

I have brown, red, cream, dark gray, light gray, blue, and green. The blue comes out looking like purple, though, in the pictures.

Scaling Yarn Mountain!

Scaling Yarn Mountain!

 And, because the upload was being evil earlier, you now get a super bonus picture! Isn’t that super? : D

Now, isn’t that a sh!tty picture? 🙂 I am using the Red Dirt Girl pattern from the Vogue Stitchinary, Colorwork. I am going to make a sweater. It is going to be beautiful and warm and make me think of our cabin. *bubbles over with delight*

Non Sequiturs

July 12, 2008

Dad’s out having sex with the pumpkins. He was fertilizing the giant pumkins. Would that be considered a three-way? Because you have to pick the male flower, would that be a necrophiliac three-way?

I am now Spirit-Rider. I rode a horse for the first time on Friday. It was awesome. The horse I was on was named Spirit, making me Spirit Rider. Spirit was lazy. Calling myself Spirit-Rider makes me sound mystical, though, so I’m going to call myself that for a while.

I just got yarn (and cast on) foar a new project. It is the Flower Tied Cardigan from Vogue Knitting. The main color is an ocean blue, and the contrast color is a dark teal-ish color. Yum.

We are leaving for Morro Bay tomorrow. I should have internet there, they have DSL. I’m hoping I can plug in correctly, so I will have (if albit slow) internet. I’m not sure if I can last a full week without checking in to knittyboard or checking my e-mail. Yes, I know I’m addicted. No, I don’t care.

I love Discworld. Terry Pratchett is awesome. I made the Bloody Stupid Johnson hat. Everybody loves it. I love it. The yarn I used is nice and soft and squishy and wool-y.

By the way, “non sequitur” means “does not follow”, if you didn’t know that, you would probably be lost.

one hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is

one hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is

(someone on knitty posted the picture of the sign, I photoshopped Zaphod in)

She Who Dies With The Most Yarn Wins

July 5, 2008

I am actually going to post about knitting! In the name of all that is Good and Wooly, I am.

I, am making a pair of socks. A, singlular. One pair. And for the near future, that is enough.

Yes, it is a crappy picture. No, I don’t care.

Why don’t I care? Because, that is Noro Kureyon Sock Yarn. The colors are fabulously bright. The stripes are wide. The skeins are huge. One skein will make a pair that comes over my calves. They are toe-up (which dad always hears as “to’ [torn] up”, refering to how someone looks. He’s a retired cop, what can I say), so I stop when I run out of yarn. It is awesome.

HOWEVER… (if you have ever felt Kureyon, or even just Noro, you know what is coming)

It feels like it came from steel wool sheep. There are bits of plant matter in it, sticks and twigs. It is a tightly spun, thin, single. It is thick and thin. It knits up beautifully and dense (good for socks) on US size 0 needles. As another knitter has said, “I love the colors, but I hate the feel.”

The yarn was just too pretty to pass up. My mom loves making socks. Most of her stash is sock yarn. My best friend loves making socks. I have not seen her stash, but she is a student (like me), I don’t think she has that much stash. I hate making them with a burning passion. I have been working on this pair since… January? ‘Pert near forever, as far as I’m concerned, for a pair of socks.

We are heading up to our cabin in the morning for a few days. I’ll be back by Wednsday, but it will probably be Tuesday. It gets hot up there.

So, I will leave you with this picture:

Master Gracey, his charming, Victiorian self from “The Haunted Mansion”.